The Woman Undone

Independent RP account for genderbent Phantom of the Opera. Multi-verse. Multishipping. Check out the 'Verses, or try your hand at conversing with the Lady Phantom herself. Fandom friendly (even if she is not). M!A: None. Accepting. Open starters. Tracked tag: theladyoperaghost

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theladyoperaghost hasn’t been too terribly active, but they are such a wonderful genderswapped Erik. The backstory and emotional depth they give to their Erika is astounding. She is her own person without ever betraying the Phantom narrative.

[theladyoperaghost]

A big thanks to whoever sent this in. Yeah, this blog has been pretty inactive for a while even before the site made some changes, though Erika herself is still as strong a muse as ever, but this new Tumblr update, if it’s not fixed this’ll be the last post here. I’m leaving the blog up as an archive, though, so hopefully it doesn’t get purged for being inactive or anything cause I’ve got a lot of amazing memories tucked away here.

And a big thanks to everyone who’s helped make those memories, even though a lot of them are gone, but the two most important, we’ll just carry on elsewhere, huh? XD Our stories have changed and grown like weeds since the beginning, and even though what we consider the base verse isn’t addressed that much anymore, it’s still what started this madness we’ve since created, and I am so, so blessed to have met and kept you both for three years. Three years, can you believe that?

So here’s to all the stories we’ve told, and the ones we’ll no doubt continue to tell, and the root that started in all.

Thanks, guys.

Lady. O. G.

[theladyoperaghost]

What do we say to the god of death?

Persephone: knock knock

Hades: who's there?

Persephone: it's September hope you're ready to bang like a screen door in a hurricane

[memewhore]

[evagreenweb]

[hermionegrangergryffindor]

Eva Green - Photoshoot - GQ

[evagreenweb]

[our-blood-is-thicker-archived-d]

“Ramon –” The look in his eyes more than scared her. It terrified her. A oozing cold crept in to her stomach, calming the scalding temper making it churn. All it left her with was a nauseating dizziness. “Ramon.”  Caolinn startled badly as his hands clamped down on her, making her lean back with concern in her eyes. He would not hurt her – Not even after she had (regretfully) slapped him. She had faith in that still. His gentleness - Some of that still had to exist. Her Ramon still had to be there in him… right?  “I love you too – I would think that my decision would be very clear the day that I married y o u. Even more so when our son was born – You and him are my world. I want my family to be safe and happy.”

[theladyoperaghost]

Perhaps he just did not want to see the fear in her eyes, how she pulled away from him, not at first. Trying to wrap his mind around her words, to actually allow them to sink into his understanding. Why he resisted it, resisted her, what they had, Ramon could not begin to describe. He was angry, yes, at everyone else, except her. Diego. Carlito had not been quite so terrible...

The longer he stared at her...it finally gave in. Like he suddenly woke, that harshness draining from his eyes and the set of his shoulders, giving way to crippling regret. Sinking to his knees Ramon muttered over and over, “I’m sorry--I’m sorry...” He had come back into this house on his knees before her, and that was where he belonged. Gripping her skirts, though he shed no more tears.

“I do not know what to do. I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know--”

[our-blood-is-thicker-archived-d]

She was shocked. S H O C K E D at the man she so lovingly called Husband. Had he not heard anything she was saying until that moment? Her anger turned sickly in her stomach. Lips pressing together as she listened to him berate her for something that HAD NOT HAPPENED. Caolinn could have slapped in that moment for his stupidity … A thought that her hand saw fit to carry out.  Her fingers tingled from the impact against his exposed cheek. Green-blue eyes stared at the blooming red mark left behind. The strange sensation radiated all the way up her palm, past her wrist. A moment of disbelief that she had actually hit him was pushed aside for her anger once again.  “H O W dare you think that I would LET a man like that in OUR home? How little you must think of me – You are being a fool, Ramon. Armand is not a good enough reason for anything. He is not worth such consideration. OUR family is. I would think it would be enough to keep yourself from the noose and at my side.”

[theladyoperaghost]

The slap not only rattled his teeth, but it shattered every thought in his mind, his functionality. Standing there motionless, not even turning his head back to face her. Strands of his unruly hair sliding across his burning cheek.

She hit him.

Caolinn h i t him.

A look of misunderstanding, confusion, eased onto his face. Armand...not in the house. He-- He was like a wolf at their door, instead. Just waiting for the opportunity to steal everything from Ramon. That--seemed more logical. More precise. More real. As real as the sting in his face, the anger in her eyes. As real as the fact that Ramon was no longer the same man, no longer quite so naive, a man who has shaken hands with death before turning his back on hellish eternity and for what?

He turned towards her, deathly silent, a hardness in his eyes she might not recognize. No longer repentant for the murder he once confessed in tears to her. He did not care. Why should he?

Stalking forward, Ramon snatched her shoulders, staring directly into her eyes.

“I love you. More than I can stand, more than I can fathom, but I do not know how I can remain in this city, wanted as I am, and with your father’s clear dismissal of me. He could have done something and instead he left me to hang for nothing. Is this what you want, Caolinn? Tell me this is what you truly want.”

[dirusso]

[ My prowess in making a woman happy isn’t really in question here, Compadre. As for you FIXING everything – does that mean that things are all patched now between you and the Captain? That is an amazing feat. How did you manage that one, Alvarez? ]    

[theladyoperaghost]

[ N o, not the Captain, dimwit, I fixed what was important. With Caolinn. Totally great. On the same page and everything. The Captain doesn’t want to fix anything so there’s not a damn thing I can do, apparently. ]

[dirusso]

[ That would be more effective if I CARED. It’s the difference between   you  and  I. I do not have to worry about someone  else’s  happiness.   Course  –  you  already  screwed  that  up  pretty  decently  already.  ]

[theladyoperaghost]

[ Whatever. If you don’t want to face that you have less in the world than even I do, that’s fine. Couldn’t make a woman happy if you tried. And I’ll have you know everything is great. I screwed up but I damn well fixed it so screw you. ]

[dirusso]

[ Low blow coming from a man who married a woman   whose family will never accept you as their own. ]

[theladyoperaghost]

[ Oh is this the same family that won’t even acknowledge you as its heir?

H u h. ]

[the-ghost-of-paris-deactivated2]

Don't take his crap, Nichola. He's just waiting for an excuse for me to punch him in the face again. It's the only way he can get some sympathy from all those women he chases.

I am beginning to think him a glutton for pain. And yet somehow, I find his perseverance almost…charming, if not foolish. 

[dirusso]

[ See. This? This is what he gets for trying to be friendly. ]

[theladyoperaghost]

[ Half in love with a woman who thinks you’re the scum of the earth.

Enough said. ]

[the-ghost-of-paris-deactivated2]

(( Come bug the belle!! )) 

[dirusso]

[ Bugging the Belle sounds like a good time –   However is your brother about? Cause he is   less of a good time. A month without a black   eye is becoming an achievement right now. ]

[theladyoperaghost]

[ Comes creeping out of the fog because take it somewhere else DiRusso ]

[yousexyfucker-deactivated201702]

[sensitiwity]

[olivedunham]

have you considered that maybe i am not pleasant? maybe i wear lipstick so that you will see my pretty pink mouth wrapping around a coffee cup lid and be distracted enough not to notice that i am intelligent and powerful; a threat. maybe i draw my brows into high arches so you will look at my unimpressed skepticism and overlook my spiteful glare as a trick of my silly, girlish routine. maybe i wear my heels so high and thin so that i grasp your attention with the sway of my hips as i listen to the click-clack-click against the floor and know that if you should try to overpower me i walk on sharpened knives. maybe when i laugh at your worthless jokes i am really baring my fangs waiting patiently for the day that i sink them into your neck. i am not made of porcelain pleasantries; you will find that these things are my armor to keep you at a distance so you do not step on me and shatter my fragile control. i am not a husk — i am not wilting. i am turning my head so that the fire blazing through my eyes does not catch on the accelerant of your sweaty palms and burn your bones to dust. i am not your pretty girl; i am a fury, a faerie, a phoenix — a forest of werewolves and wendigos that will carve out your chest so that the next time i paint my pretty pink lips i will taste the copper tang of your dying breaths.

R.K., I Am The Wolf Only Barely Contained   (via bookphile)

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Luke Pasqualino😍